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Saturday, September 29, 2012

Reading Suggestions...

Interesting book cover slide show with brief summaries of the titles.  I've read most of these, but I thought I'd share for the benefit of all.

Click HERE for Slideshow. "12 Classic Erotic Books Before Fifty Shades of Grey"

Click BELOW for more on the subject from the same WEBSITE.

Recommendations for Erotic Reading?

The Difference Between Men's Erotica and Women's Erotica 

 

Monday, September 24, 2012

Get off me! Or get me off.




So, yah...I've told you before that I love, live with, and sleep with a sexsomniac.  It's not always a bad thing.  Most of the time, it works out for both of us...it's just that I'm aware of what's happening way before he is.  But, when I'm not interested, it is SUCH a pain in the ass.

For example:  The other night, after he had worked a long shift and was slated to get up and cover someone else's at 4 a.m. (which meant a 2:30 get-up to accommodate the commute time), we slipped into bed early.  Unfortunately, I'd taken a nap earlier in the day (was feeling rather crappy), so I wasn't really all that tired.  But, I rolled over and gave it my best shot (even though it was MY Saturday night).  It didn't take but 30 min. before he was snoring in my ear and tucking my entire body underneath him like a body pillow.  I get claustrophobic easily, and I tend to sweat when my skin is in direct contact with another's for a long period of time.

I tried to wiggle out of his grasp without waking him (I knew he needed his sleep), but, in our king size bed, he'd left me roughly 1.5 feet to move around in.

And then came the molestation.  I am always amazed at how much that man can accomplish in his sleep...fingers finding their mark expertly in the fuzz of his subconscious.  And then he talks!  "You have such a beautiful pussy...such a nice..."  And then...nothing.  He goes right back to sleep.

A few minutes later, he's back at it - fondling, fingering, touching and providing naughty narration the entire time.

I finally gave up and got out of bed.  It was obvious that the "disorder" was not going to lead to anything other than teasing.  After a few hours of reading and some sleepytime tea, I gave it another go.

As I walked into the bedroom, the rattling snore sent my eyes into a roll of exasperation.  A few smacks and a push or two to get him to move over to his own side won me a larger portion of the bed.  And for that night anyway, the battle was over.

The following night, I assured him that we WERE having sex (not only cause it's fun, but he obviously needed it).  He tends to get worse at times of great stress, when he's over-tired, or if we've gone too long without sex.  This time, it had to be fatigue, b/c we'd just had sex (good sex, I might add - that middle of the night, wake up and fuck like wild animals, kind of sex) 2 days before. 

Oh, the joys of sleeping with a sexsomniac.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Tent Sex

Okay...I was supposed to do this post a month ago.  And I just have not. been. in. the. mood. to. write.  About anything.  For anyone.  For any reason.

It's hard to motivate myself.

Especially without comments.

Or inspiration.

It's not that I'm not having sex.  And it's not like I am not having "sexy" ideas.  I just have a hard time fitting it all in - work, fitness, reading, house-keeping...

Many nights, I don't even open up my laptop.

I'm not sure how to remedy this.  I've tried lots of things to get my posts out there.  But, ultimately, if people aren't commenting, either my stuff is crap and not worth responding to, or the stats on Blogger are lying to me.

Anyhow.  Onward and upward.

Last month, Mr. LL and I went on a 3 day hike into the wilderness.  Loaded up with 40+ lbs of shit on my back, a dog, and a walking stick, I set forth behind my beloved to breathe in nature.  I loved it, actually.  Until the endless uphill.  And, when it cam time to set up camp, I was so fricking sweaty and smelly, and exhausted, that the prospect of having sex in the woods was a helluva lot less enticing than it had seemed in my head earlier in the day.  We both fell asleep before nine.  Without sex.

The second night, we trudged ahead, regardless of the smell and the sweat and the sticky skin.  Really.  Sweaty, smelly, people are not sexy, no matter how hard Hollywood or Porn try to make it seem so.  Mr. LL rolled me over on to my knees, plunged in a few times, and released his load (quite a bit more quickly than normal).  It was hardly satisfying for either of us...more of a "dammit-to-hell-we-came-out-here-to-be-together-and-we're-going-to-do-this-even-if-it-sucks" kind of sex.

Maybe I need to read this book.


Tent Sex